All the things
I've been dying to say
slip from my mind
as you release your hold,
strong, around my body.
3,000 miles
from your sea,
to my sea.
My heart shatters.
You start the engine purring.
I cry salty tears.
You look away.
Even if time machines existed.
Even if I could go back.
We would still be tumultuous,
crazy, and unpredictable,
like your sea.
And like mine.
You would still leave.
And I would still always love you,
in my own crazy way,
constant-
like the ebb
and the flow
of our two seas.
The sun rises
on what used to be our coast.
As you drive the winding interstates,
racing the sun
to your new life.
Your new beginning.
A different coast.
A different sea.
We always had different dreams.